Craving Reaper: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Highway Reapers MC, #2

By Sophia Hampton

Craving Reaper is book 2 of the Highway Reapers MC trilogy. Book 3, Serving Reaper, is available everywhere now!

Things were already hard enough for me, and then HE came along…

Trouble finds me, not the other way around. Tyson Adler was just another one that I didn’t need in my life.

I was supposed to find him--and then betray him.

I wasn’t supposed to get close to him. I wasn’t supposed to kiss him.
I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall in his bed. 

I can’t let him get close. I have to back away before it’s too late.
But when he puts his strong hands on me. 
Leaves me begging for more…

I can’t help believe his words: “You’re MINE.” 

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jan 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386161493

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CRAVING REAPER: Highway Reapers MC (BOOK 2)

By Sophia Hampton

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Things were already hard enough for me, and then HE came along...

TROUBLE FINDS ME, NOT the other way around. Tyson Adler was just another one that I didn’t need in my life.

I was supposed to find him—and then betray him.

I wasn’t supposed to get close to him. I wasn’t supposed to kiss him.

I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall in his bed.

I can’t let him get close. I have to back away before it’s too late.

But when he puts his strong hands on me.

Leaves me begging for more...

I can’t help but believe his words: You’re MINE.

CHAPTER 1

Ella knew she’d fucked up and she’d also known he was pissed. They had only been together for a few days, but she’d studied him well so she felt pretty knowledgeable about him. What she didn’t know was how to fix this. He’d barely looked at her since he surprised her by coming back to pick her up. He’d saved her ass, and it sounded like he knew it, but he didn’t know why he’d done it if he hated her so much he couldn’t even look at her.

There were lots of ways she could have said she was sorry, but she figured this was one way he’d actually listen to. This had come to her as she attempted looking at the menus and knew she wanted his cock more than she wanted a meal. Here they had the standoff. Well it would be a standoff if she was standing, but she was on her knees and wanted him to look at her. He was a patient man, but the way his cock was standing proud and hard made her think she’d win this challenge.

It was as hard for her to sit and look at his manhood without wanting to taste him and savor his flavor. She loved everything about his cock— from the thick stem, to the large meaty balls, and the fat mushroomed head that was currently sporting a nice pearl of fluid enticing her to take a long lick. Was it too much that she wanted him to look at her and recognize that she was sorry? It took longer than she thought it would for him to look at her, but she heard the hard expulsion of breath as he seemed to make up his mind.

He looked down at her with a question in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. She liked that he was a proud man and that he had some forgiveness in his heart. This was supposed to have been easy. She was supposed to find a man who owed the Highway Reapers money and tell them where he was. Since she was fresh from prison and couldn’t get a job to save her life, she’d taken the deal from the same assholes who’d essentially helped send her to the clink in the first place. It wasn’t smart, but people do foolish things when they’re hungry. She knew she couldn’t un-ring the bell, but she wanted to believe they could fix this.

Hi, she said knowing that sounded really stupid, but she couldn’t think of anything more clever. That one little word made his face cloud over with anger, and she could see how he thought she was playing with him.

Are you planning to suck my cock, or are you just going to look at it? Tyson’s words were as tight and hard as his wood, but he had looked at her. Now she was wondering why she thought him looking at her would be the magic thing that brought him out of his funk.

He still wasn’t sunshine and roses, but she’d gotten what she’d wanted in way of eye contact, and she didn’t want to break it. Opening her mouth, she slowly advanced toward his cock, and he watched her as if she was going to do a magic trick. He could have easily taken her head in his hand and fucked her mouth hard and ruthlessly. She probably wouldn’t have even tried to stop him, but he didn’t. He just stood there watching and waiting like a panther awaiting his first opportunity to strike. She loved his eyes on her even if they weren’t warm and fuzzy looks of admiration. She didn’t break eye contact, and neither did he. That had to say something, right?

The first taste of his cock was always the best as the smooth velvety skin of the head filled her mouth. She wanted to go slowly and tantalize him with her skill and his desire, but she was hungrier for him than she thought. Hungry for his acceptance and forgiveness. When she watched him walk away, she thought that was going to be the last time she’d ever see him, and that made her much sadder than she thought it would. Sitting on that bench, she knew that she didn’t have all of the five thousand Bruce the Reaper had given her when he asked her to find Tyson, and he’d asked for double that to pay them back if she hadn’t been able to find her mark. She also knew that they would be looking for her knowing she had been with him but not turned him in. There were a lot of things that Ella was, but stupid wasn’t one of them.

He tasted so good, she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat, but he must have liked it because his eyes got wide and his mouth opened just a bit. It was as if he was trying to direct her without saying a word. She didn’t mind that, as long as he kept his eyes on her, and right then it looked like he was too invested to turn away. She knew that would happen – what man would turn down a nice soft suck whether he was mad or not – but she was always the greedy one; she wanted more. Was it bad that she wanted more participation from him? She wanted him putting his hands in her hair, telling her what he wanted her to do and whispering directions, but he didn’t seem to be ready or willing to do that yet. Those caresses and murmurs were for people who were forgiven while she was definitely not in that category. He almost seemed mad that he was enjoying this, but it wasn’t stopping him from taking the pleasure from her.

Pulling off the large knob, she went to the base of his cock and licked a stripe from there to the tip, and the appreciative groan that was released from Tyson’s mouth was like a balm for Ella’s soul. She could do this all day, and she would until she was satisfied. She repeated the action a few times before lightly sucking each nut into her mouth and letting it go with a moan. The vibration would add a bit more to the action.

I don’t know exactly what you want from me, but you need to tell me now instead of this soft sucking shit. It’s driving me crazy. Tyson didn’t sound angry, but she could tell he was tired of playing this game. It wasn’t a game though, and if she recalled correctly, he loved for her to suck him slowly and get him all worked up; he just wasn’t in the mood for it.

I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore. Ella continued to lick and